The Invisible King

Chapter 10: Kizo

Chapter 10
Kizo

The clock ticks on the white brick walls. Huge windows falling in line in front of each hospital bed. The sunshine gleamed on the hair of the girl, Diana, face shoved in the white sheets where the patient was lying–her mother.

Diana already cried everything last night when the doctor told her that there would be no cure to her mother's disease. She might be still breathing, or even hearing her, but she could never move her feet to stand up, pat Diana's head when she cried, or even dared to swallow food and water–which means her mother won't last a week.

"Mama, you promised me that we will go to Razuha festival, and lit the lantern together, with Casa, Sam, and Tafu," she murmured, face still buried in the sheets while massaging her mother's paralyzed hands. "But I will understand if you can't. Don't worry. I can take care of them. We'll pray for your cure–" she stopped for a moment.

Cure? Would she still grasp that invisible hope? Diana needed to decide. The hospital bills are running for nothing, and she still has siblings to feed. The paper was already in her hands, crumpled. She just needed to sign it through the plume and ink readied on the wooden table. She then hugged her mother tightly, cried and wetted her mother's shoulders.

"We'll pray for your soul to Jembahal!" she mewled, "That he would guide your soul to the Sacred Garden!"

Suddenly, the door knocked and three kids her age came, and had a message to deliver–hope.

"We read your request about your mother," Kizo, a spiky brown-haired boy, started as he gazed at the poor patient being mourned too early. His chest tightened, and he sauntered without taking his eyes off the pity scene.

"You just wasted your time coming here! The doctor said that there will be no cure!" she whimpered, still wrapping around her mother.

One of Kizo's friend, Anastasya, neared Diana with sympathetic arms to embrace her. "I'm sorry about your mother. I can feel you're struggling. I'm so sorry," she cried together.

"No, there must still be a way," Kizo persisted, clenching his fist.

"Please, stop!" Diana sobbed, "I have no kind of piloncitos for that miracle leaf! Don't give me a false hope!"

"If only I could turn back time, I will do everything to save my parents," Kizo said as he landed his eyes on the ground. "You're lucky that yours isn't too late, unlike us."

Diana gently yanked away from her mother, turning her melted face to Kizo.

Kizo raised his fist as he tilted his head to Diana, with a fierce oath gaze. "Diana, I promised you–that we will get that miracle leaf."

Diana's eyes widened. "B-But how? Only a piece already worth a half hectare farm. Where would you get that kind of piloncitos? Stop this nonsense, please..."

Anastasiya grasped on her shoulder to push and looked her straight in the eye. "Diana, you can count on us."

"We'll do everything to save your mother, even if it costs our lives," Kizo added as he started to move, not needing the patient's daughter's approval. He slipped his hands in his pocket, and the other was gripping in his y shaped slingshot with a knife handle, tightly, almost crushing it.

"Anastasya, Merya, let's go."

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The rain was heavy, and the skies were raging in lightning and thunder. Kizo's brown hair went down to his forehead, soaked from the rain, waters already filled his clothes. Still, his palms never tired to wrap around his mouth to shout louder, "Anastasya! Where are you? We have to go! This one sack of gold you sent here was enough! We could buy Diana's mother a miracle leaf!"

Kizo stopped for a second, darting at Merya, crying while hugging her broken flute.

"Merya! Help me find her!"

Merya covered her ears. "Stop, Kizo. Please, stop."

Kizo tried to lift his lips to smile. "Why?"

Merya stood up and screamed, "Anastasya is dead! She's dead! She's dead!"

"No! She can't be. She might be just delayed or playing hide and si–"

"Don't you get it! We fleeted through his trees! She recovered piloncitos as well! But where is she? Clearly–she's dead! Dead, Kizo!" Merya cried and dropped her knees on the ground, crying louder than the rain, screaming.

Kizo's eyes widened, and tears were shaking. "N-No, Merya. Take back what you said."

"We shouldn't help Diana from the start! Do everything to save her mother? Even if it costs our life? How about us, Kizo? How about Anastasya!"

Kizo scurried to her and shouted back. "Blame the military and not her mother! Curse that money face doctor! Curse the government who just prioritizes rich ones! Curse this kingdom that didn't care about us! Papa was right! This kingdom was a hell! Prince Eason is powerless! This needs a new ruler! And Papa should be the one!"

He threw his weapon with all force and the blade pierced four trees in a row as if just swiftly passing air, leaving holes. He's not satisfied. He grabbed pebbles on the ground and threw them everywhere, leaving holes in the trees and a half foot dug in the ground.

He then remembered that silver hair. Kizo was also an Astra, the power to control the momentum of the things he touched through her hands, so his shots should be impenetrable. But it didn't work on the guy and he didn't know why. That guy's nails could stop his pebbles easily. The flute didn't work either.

Kizo clenched his fist, nails gritting against the palm, blood streaming down. He ground his teeth with all of his force. "This is all your fault."

MVCabusas | The Invisible King

A/N: My favorite scene so far. Hihihi.